{{This poem is a definite reminder that there are beautiful articles of nature that are being cut down by humans for our own personal use. It's heartbreaking to see that some people don't know the consequences to losing our Mother Nature. This one's about deforestation.}}
Everyday
more than a handful of trees are either cut down
or burned to ashes.
Apparently,
we
as a nation of humanity
watch this tragic occurence darken
with pity behind out bright screens
but our guts have no intention to input a vow that can aid us
in preserving this wonderful aura
that screams
green as its national emblem.
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We look from afar with no sense
fire cracks ashes up
in flames of fury
crisps
shackles
fingers grip the edge,
fear seeping into his eyes
he fights a hopeless battle.
Trees may seem lifeless to you
but they speak and ignite in vital shields.
These field I look across,
they resemble barren lands of gold so precious..
It cries in pain, regret, and remorse..
It has been neglected
It saved us
apparently, we don't care about saving it.
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Problems don't come out of pity for your surroundings
whether person of being
or an herb by your side.
Think twice
don't let the demons value you
nor your negativity.
Let him vanish with your blinding heart
of light and love.
Kind hearts
reveal sacrifice
and sometimes
sacrifice comes from within
to dwell in the day of this life.
It's a code, can't you see?
Fierce and lovely
yet a gentle and invisible touch.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poesía❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
